Yesterday was a good day. Aside from a bit tired, felt the best I had in months: no pain, no sickness, engaged and focused at work. A memory of what being healthy–well, as healthy as my human suit gets–was like.
This morning, thought I was going to have another good day. Felt energetic and chipper, pain free. Went out with Matthew to run a couple errands even. But think I might have overdone it. We were only out for an hour or so, but by the time we got home I had a headache and started feeling sick. Now I am thoroughly miserable and hurting.
Have taken drugs. Many many drugs. If they are helping, then I don’t even want to contemplate how awful I’d feel without them. But honestly, it feels like they’re barely making a dent.